HighTyde and Ckyttlez - Like Oh Oh Oh

Hey (Oh)
Hey (Oh)
Hey (Oh)
Hey (Oh)
Sick of rappers that's rapping about the cash
Well this song about shaking that (shaking that)
Clap your hands, making your own dance
Moving side to side, really do whatever that you like
Don't even listen to me, listen to the beat
Get lost in the melody
Safe haven sounding so heavenly
Lock me up if dancing was a crime
Watch me do my felony
Nothing that you're telling me
Can't stop, won't stop
Shot after shot
Grab me by the wrist, miss (Whoa!)
Music, rhythm, and the (Flow!)
Got me dancing on the dance floor
We got you like oh, oh, oh
We got you like oh, oh, oh
We got you like oh, oh, oh
We got you like oh, oh
When your tank is on low, low, low
We got you like oh, oh, oh
So here we go, go, go, go
We got you like oh, oh, oh
One, two
Snap your fingers
Got you clapping for the real rap singers
Battle Creek town's very own super group
Our sound's known to get around like a hoola-hoop
We ain't never let the damn thing throttle
Me and Jay popping champagne bottles
Every verse, every fucking line written
Every fucking time we be on the mic
We just might kick it!
Who am I kidding?
Every time we be on the mic
We be fucking up the whole fucking light system
Fuck it, we just go, go
Like a yo yo
Screaming "Yolo"
We got you like
We got you like oh, oh, oh
We got you like oh, oh, oh
We got you like oh, oh, oh
We got you like oh, oh
When your tank is on low, low, low
We got you like oh, oh, oh
So here we go, go, go, go
We got you like oh, oh, oh
Oh
Oh
(We got you like oh, oh, oh)
Oh!
(We got you like oh, oh, oh)
Oh
(We got you like, got you like, got you like)
Oh
We got you like oh, oh, oh
We got you like oh, oh, oh
We got you like oh, oh, oh
We got you like oh, oh, oh
We got you like oh, oh
When your tank is on low, low, low
We got you like oh, oh, oh
So here we go, go, go, go
We got you like oh, oh, oh

Written by:
Jason Stinson, Ryan Evans

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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